Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.